In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

I have watched and am become, Like a bird sitting alone upon a housetop.

And rained upon them flesh as the dust, And, like the sand of the seas, birds of wing;

The bird of the heavens, and the fishes of the sea, - the passer-by on the paths of the seas?

I know every bird of the mountains, And, the moving things of the plain, are with me:

Over them, the bird of the heavens settleth down, From amidst the foliage, they utter a voice.

Our soul, as a bird, hath escaped from the snare of the fowlers, The snare, is broken, and, we, are escaped:

Thou wild-beast, and all ye cattle, crawling creature, and bird of wing;

Make them - their nobles - like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:

Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;